as waving his arm to
direct some of the boys when a bullet caught him in the head. But we
were too busy to notice by this time, and leaving the wounded to the
care of our stretcher bearers, we pushed on. We reached the second
German trench and proceeded to lay out the Huns. Fat was bayoneting
them as fast as he could, and "tee-hee-ing" all the time. Tommy had a
big Hun in one corner, and with his bayonet under his chin was trying
to make him put his hands up. At first Fritzie didn't understand, but
when at last it dawned on him his hands went up in a hurry, and he
cried "Kamerad!" in the approved fashion.

By this time all the Germans in sight had either been killed or taken
prisoners, and a whole bunch were being herded back to our lines. The
German guns were dropping heavies on the ground we had left, and as the
prisoners went back they were caught in their own shell fire and a lot
were killed.

From the start the tanks had been doing great work, walking over
machine guns and killing hundreds with their own machine gun fire. The
Germans were scared stiff and absolutely demoralized. One band, with
more courage than the rest, gathered round a tank and tried to bomb it
with hand grenades, but they met with no success, for the bombs either
bounded off or exploded harmlessly against the steel sides. Finding
their efforts useless they surrendered to the tank crew. While all
this was going on, I was busy carrying messages between the gun crews
and Headquarters. I was on the go all day and though the German shell
fire was heavy, my luck was with me, and I didn't get hit once. Bink
was dispatch runner for his company, and I passed him several times and
he told me about the boys, as he was with them more than I. The last
time I met him, he said, "Bob, Tommy's killed." "Tommy!" said I,
almost too stunned to speak. "Yes," said he, "I was passing along the
trench and had just jumped over a body when I thought the clothes
looked familiar and I turned the body over, and there was poor Tommy;
he had been shot through the chest by a sniper. I took charge of his
things, and I'll send them to his people when I get out again." After
Bink left me, I tried to realize that Tommy was gone, but I couldn't
believe that my chum and bedfellow was really dead. It seemed so hard
when he had only been back from hospital a few days. Well, I had no
time to sit down and think, things were getting too warm.

At six o'clock that ev